A Wish

A friend Stoically said, I wish My son would die While I am alive. I looked at her in disbelief, And saw the anguish And grief in her eyes. I lie, Sleepless at night In torment and fright. How will he cope When I am no more And He is all alone? I sensed her pain And reached out for her hand. No mother, Who loves her child, Would make such a wish. Both of us silently cried. I find it odd That he is called, A child of lesser God He was born Less than perfect. Is it some Kind of punishment For misdeeds In the past life? I was taught, We are all equal In the eyes of God I saw Love, fear, anxiety And unshed Tears in her eyes. Whose life Has been more tragic His or hers, Is beyond my logic.